That whole story reminds me of when I worked at the Dayton Daily News. The advertising floor was separate and the one elevator stopped there for — I suspect —the same reasons. Editorial and advertising, there was a very “thick wall” between them. Today, I’m not so sure. The newspaper was three separate buildings sorta “glued” together so there were four separate elevator systems and a half dozen staircases serving it all. (We even had a murder where a pressman stored his wife’s body in a barrel of concrete in the basement! Fun building 😁) The newspaper is in a modern office building now... yuck, boring..
And the annual Christmas party was held in the press room, where the smell of catered slab pie and pressed turkey roll mixed perfectly with the smell of ink and grease and paper. It was magical and I miss it terribly.
Cool! I have been reading The New Yorker since I was about 27 years old, which was 38 years ago. I always flipped through to the cartoons first, which I always thought probably everyone did. I thought the art of saying so much in one little space was incredible, I still do. I started getting The New
Yorker online about 7 years ago when my
husband convinced me everything should be digital. It is NOT the same. I may have to go back to print for just The New Yorker because you just reminded me how much I miss the print additions. I still miss actual print newspaper also. This no paper thing, I get it, but I have not gone away from books yet. No Kindle for me. The screen thing gets to be too much. Thanks for this post. Good memories for you, I can tell.
That hallway! WOW! I miss those types spaces.
That whole story reminds me of when I worked at the Dayton Daily News. The advertising floor was separate and the one elevator stopped there for — I suspect —the same reasons. Editorial and advertising, there was a very “thick wall” between them. Today, I’m not so sure. The newspaper was three separate buildings sorta “glued” together so there were four separate elevator systems and a half dozen staircases serving it all. (We even had a murder where a pressman stored his wife’s body in a barrel of concrete in the basement! Fun building 😁) The newspaper is in a modern office building now... yuck, boring..
And the annual Christmas party was held in the press room, where the smell of catered slab pie and pressed turkey roll mixed perfectly with the smell of ink and grease and paper. It was magical and I miss it terribly.
Yes! Sounds very similar. Those days of the seperation of editorial and advertising are gone, I am afraid...
The inner sanctum!
The Way back machine.😶🌫️
I love it, thank you for sharing. Nearly passed out, once invited back to the inner sanctum for a purchase of your art!
What an amazing group of people you are an integral a part of. And many thanks for giving us this glimpse into a mythical space.
Thanks, Patris. I feel lucky! I wish I had taken more photos. It wasn't that common back then to snap away...
I remember - very different times
Cool! I have been reading The New Yorker since I was about 27 years old, which was 38 years ago. I always flipped through to the cartoons first, which I always thought probably everyone did. I thought the art of saying so much in one little space was incredible, I still do. I started getting The New
Yorker online about 7 years ago when my
husband convinced me everything should be digital. It is NOT the same. I may have to go back to print for just The New Yorker because you just reminded me how much I miss the print additions. I still miss actual print newspaper also. This no paper thing, I get it, but I have not gone away from books yet. No Kindle for me. The screen thing gets to be too much. Thanks for this post. Good memories for you, I can tell.
I agree, I do like reading it in the paper version. THanks!!
I love that you have these pictures, especially the one of all of you at the party. Priceless.
Why didn't I take more? I was a camera hound back then....
We always ignore what we feel are liminal spaces until in retrospect we realize how much they meant to us 😉
So true, really true.
Donnelly, you forgot to ID yourself next to your husband!
I did! oops
I kinda figured it was you after you mentioned your relationship recently with Mr Maslin.
Love this trip. I remember these offices. Roger Angell said that it looked like a 1950s abortion clinic.
oh that's hysterical. What did he know about 1950's abortion clinics, or perhaps I shouldn't ask....
I didn’t ask….🙃